Day 163 – 76th day of de-confinement phase III
Saturday
And the numbers are going up and up. The number of new cases was over 7.300 during the past 24 hours in France.
The number of hospitalisations is still showing a very slight downwards trend in most regions (Not Occitanie)
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Summary of hospitalisations by regions in France
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Prime Minister Jean Castex announced, on Thursday 27 August, that 19 new departments were now considered as zones of active circulation of the virus, in addition to Paris and the Bouches-du-Rhône, which were already classified in red.
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THE VIRUS IS STILL OUT THERE
Pic of the day
The weekly dash board
World
Today’s data
Last week’s data
France
Occitanie
Information, news and tips
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What is the world coming to?
Rule, Britannia! will be played at Proms but not sung, BBC confirms
Rule, Britannia!’ is a patriotic British song, written in 1740. The song originates from the poem ‘Rule, Britannia’ by James Thomson, and was set to music by Thomas Arne. It is strongly associated with the Royal Navy – yet at the time, the song was not a celebration of the success of naval affairs, but a cry for help.
Britain did not yet ‘rule the waves’, and the Royal Navy didn’t yet have the dominant power on the oceans that it would have by the 19th century – and it wasn’t until the late 1800s that the lyrics acquired a patriotic significance.
Anyway, here are the lyrics
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
When Britain first, at heaven’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And Guardian Angels sang this strain:
(Chorus)
The nations not so blest as thee
Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall,
While thou shalt flourish great and free:
The dread and envy of them all.
(Chorus)
Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke,
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.
(Chorus)
Thee haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.
(Chorus)
To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles, thine.
(Chorus)
The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair.
Blest isle! with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
(Chorus)
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
► Traffic: This week end will be the worse as far as traffic for people returning home. Things will get back to normal as of Tuesday next week.
►Beach in Leucate a couple of days ago:
Food and drinks
Fun
The dreaded statistics
Top countries according to the number of deaths (above 5.000)
Cases by country v population (1.000 deaths upwards)
France follow-up
Occitanie & Aude follow-up
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I do it my way 